Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
William CongreveRead
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Interpretation
Life's joys come from the unpredictable nature of our experiences rather than from the comfort of security.
William Congreve's quote suggests that the excitement and happiness in life stem from the unknowns and uncertainties that we encounter. While security may provide a sense of safety, it often lacks the richness and thrill that come with anticipation and the potential for new experiences. Embracing uncertainty can lead to a more vibrant and fulfilling existence, highlighting the contrast between a mundane life of routine and the exhilarating journey of exploration.
In practice
During a motivational speech on embracing change and challenges.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.
Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand
But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
And when you're young you want to fit in. Hell, I still want to fit in with certain humans, but as you get older you get a little more discriminating.
[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.
This is how it works _x000D_ You're young until you're not _x000D_ You love until you don't _x000D_ You try until you can't _x000D_ You laugh until you cry _x000D_ You cry until you laugh _x000D_ And everyone must breathe _x000D_ Until their dying breath.
Cobb lived off the field as though he wished to live forever. He lived on the field as though it was his last day.
Because in a split second, it's gone.
Wake up! If you knew for certain you had a terminal illness--if you had little time left to live--you would waste precious little of it! Well, I'm telling you...you do have a terminal illness: It's called birth. You don't have more than a few years left. No one does! So be happy now, without reason--or you will never be at all.
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